I sighed as the 5 of us got closer and closer to the tall metal structure.

Ferb was right.
I will never know until I ask him.
Yet again, I will never know if he chooses not to tell me, so...

"I guess your right." I reluctantly admitted to Ferb, as I stared up at the Eiffel Tower that towered above our heads.

It was so big.

I mean, I knew it was big, but being up close like this, really does make you see how huge it really is.

Even though I had seen it before, I had never actually taken time to really look at it since I had been so focused on getting Phineas' mind off that stupid plane for just one moment last time we were here.

"Isabella..." I heard Phineas say behind me. He sounded apologetic, and...worried?
Actually I shouldn't be surprised.
He's been like that all day today, and yesterday.

I turned around to face him, and gave him a questioning look, as if to ask what he wanted.

"Look, I know we tell each other everything, but I-I just...can't tell you about this." He started as he scratched the back of his neck. "I'm sure you don't tell me everything s-"

"Yeah, yeah. I get it, and I'm sorry. You deserve your privacy." I apologized quickly as I felt my cheeks heat up involuntarily, and glanced at the ground.

Phineas was right as well.
I don't tell him everything.
If I did, we might not be having this conversation.

Phineas smirked.
"That's what I thought." He chuckled.

What does he mean by that?

"Well, shall we go up?" Phineas asked as he pointed to the top of the Eiffel Tower, -his anxiousness disappearing for a second.

I glanced upwards, then around at our peaceful surroundings, only to find that we were being left behind by Ferb, and his parents. They were already on their way up!

"Yeah..." I said as I watched them get further, and further ahead.
"Come on!" I excitedly exclaimed as I grabbed Phineas' hand, and dragged him towards the steep stairs.

I heard Phineas' joyful laugh behind me as I pulled him along the pavement, and I smiled to myself.

It was so good to hear Phineas laugh again. He had been so serious lately.

"You don't happen to know how many steps there are?" I asked Phineas as we stopped at the bottom. "Do you?" I continued as I looked over at him.

Phineas was quiet for a moment, as if he was thinking.
"Mmm...if I remember correctly, there are around...600." Phineas stated thoughtfully, before smiling at me.

Man that's a lot...
We have our work cut out for us.

"Wow." I said as I looked up.
"Well, let's get started." I said cheerily as Phineas and I started walking up the stairs hand in hand.

I didn't want to let go, and by the looks of it, neither did Phineas.

He seemed to be a little more relaxed as he admired the architecture, and babbled on, and on about who built it, and when. Yet you could still tell there was something bothering him just a bit.

As the two of us climbed higher into the blue sky, the warm summer breeze danced around us, throwing our hair around as if it were leaves, and the bright sunshine lit up the world around us.

I don't usually fear heights, but when I looked over the edge at the ground that was far below us, my stomach dropped, and I quickly took my eyes away from the ground before squeezing Phineas' hand.

We were much higher than I thought, and I was not expecting to see tiny ants instead of people milling about under our feet.

"Hey, you okay?" Phineas asked suddenly as he squeezed my hand back, and we walked across another landing, and up more flights of stairs.

I could feel my cheeks heat up a tiny bit, and butterflies fill my stomach as he squeezed back.

"Y-yeah..." I replied, looking over the edge one last time. "I just...looked down..." I added sheepishly as I turned my head towards Phineas who had been staring at me intently until I looked at him, then he promptly shook his head lightly before watching the people in front of us climb the stairs.

I wonder why he was looking at me like that.

Do you think he-? No. He probably doesn't think of me like that.

"Oh." Phineas replied as his face suddenly filled with worry, and anxiousness once again as he held onto my hand tighter as if I were going to let go -which I was not about to do.

"I know I've asked this a million times but, are you okay?" I asked once again.

I felt silly asking over and over again, but he won't tell me what's wrong!

Phineas smiled slightly.
"Yeah, just...just tired." He replied.

What? Phineas Flynn is never tired!

I sighed out of annoyance.

I'm just going to stop asking.
I know I probably already said that, but this time I mean it.

The two of us were silent for a moment as we tried to catch up with Ferb, and the boys' parents who were a flight ahead of us, and above our heads.

Despite the height, the view -or what you could see of it from inside the Tower- was so beautiful.
There were buildings spread out as far as you could see, but the midday sun that shone down cast the most stunning shadows on...well, everything.

"I think we're almost at the top." Phineas stated, as he dismissed our previous conversation as if it had never happened.

Finally! My legs are starting to burn.
They hurt, and almost feel like jelly.

Now I was excited.
I wanted to see the view from the top, and walk around. The view must be amazing.

"Really?" I gasped suddenly. "Well come on!" I exclaimed before hurrying up the steps, making Phineas walk faster as well, since we're still holding hands.

We were still holding hands...
Has it not registered in Phineas' brain that we're holding hands?
I mean, I'm not complaining, but wouldn't he have noticed, or let go?

Unless...-
Nuh-uh. Nope. He doesn't like me. It's impossible. He's so oblivious to my feelings, how would he be able to figure out his own?

Maybe Ferb helped. My conscious suggested.

Stupid consciousness. It's filling my head with silly ideas that are probably never going to happen.

Should I just ask him?
Don't you think that would be the easiest way?
Yeah, me too.

"Woah Isabella, slow down." Phineas said humorously as we started on the very last flight of steps.

(I'm going to be all un-realistic, and pretend the the area on top the Tower is all open, and doesn't have those fence thingies at the top like I've seen in pictures, and say it's like it is in cartoons, like P&F, okay? Okay.)

"I'm excited!" I defended as we got nearer, and nearer to the open air where you could easily see the clouds.

"Just-...be careful." Phineas warned as we stepped into the open air.

I ignored Phineas' warning, and let go of his hand to walk nearer to the concrete ledge that was just above my hips in height, and looked outwards.

The view was beyond words.

We were so high in the sky, that you could tell the air was a little thinner than down on the ground below.

I know heat rises, but up here with the wind, it was nice and cool, like on a crisp summer morning.

I put my hands on the grey concrete ledge, and leaned over just enough so I could just see the bright green grass below, and tiny people waiting in line to come up the steps into this seemingly new world.

It would be so scary if someone fell off. It's very curious that they don't have higher barriers or something.

"It's amazing," I stated as I stood up straight, and Phineas, and Ferb stood on either side of me. "Isn't it?" I asked as I looked to my left at Phineas who seemed to be much closer to me than Ferb.

Again, I'm not complaining or anything. It just seems very out of character for him. Very.

"Agreed." Ferb said as he looked around at his surroundings.

"Yeah. Very high up too." Phineas pointed out slowly.

I nodded. "Yeah, but you have to admit it's pretty cool." I said as I leaned over again.

"Isab-" Phineas started as I saw him reach for me out of the corner of my eye, then he suddenly stopped for some unknown reason.

"Hmm?" I asked beforhead towards him slightly.

I was about to stand up straight again, until my right arm collapsed under me, and I fell forwards, almost falling off the tall structure.

Out of panic, I let out a cry of exclamation as my toes barely left the ground beneath my feet.

Thankfully Phineas had grabbed my arm so I was no longer in danger of falling to my death.
In a swift, smooth motion, I had been tugged away from the ledge, and was safe.

I didn't know Phineas had such quick reflexes.

"Thanks Phineas." I said shakily.

I was fine, but that almost gave me panic attack.

My head had gone down so far, to me it certainly looked, -and felt- like I was going to fall off the side, and the fact that my toes had left the ground didn't convince me that I would be alright.

"Are you okay?" He asked quickly as he tried to find my eyes, but I was too busy watching Ferb chuckle by the ledge.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. Thank you." I nodded as I brushed off his hand that was still holding onto my upper arm.

"What's so funny, Ferb?" I asked my friend who still looked very amused as he lightly rested his left hand on the ledge, and put his other in his jean pocket.

Ferb suddenly stopped smirking, and applied his blank stare once more.
"Nothing." He answered after clearing his throat, and walking over.

As Ferb took his place beside his brother, he jabbed Phineas' arm with his elbow, making Phineas coil back, and grab his arm.

"Shut up." Phineas declared as he took a side-step away from his brother.

Ferb, who had the look of innocence spread across his features, just shrugged his shoulders.

I don't think I'll ever be able to read Ferb as well as Phineas can, so I have no idea what Ferb was "talking" about.

I shook my head, and smiled.

"You guys are weirdos." I stated before turning around, and sitting on the warm metal bench that was sitting near the ledge.

Phineas put an arm around my shoulders as he sat down next to me. "But we're your weirdos. Right?" Phineas asked as Ferb sat on other side of me.

I giggled.
Yes...they were my weirdos.

I smiled happily.
"Definitely."